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convinced he could hear it too.
"I can only stop what I can see Cat," he said acknowledging her stare. "If they wipe her spoons with their spit without anyone spotting it, she should know better than to charge around like a bull. But then again at least she didn't want silver horses like the other couple."
Cathy laughed. The details of that disastrous wedding reached all of the MoonStar properties including corporate. The irate couple publicly announced that they had cancelled their lavish $100,000 wedding when the hotel refused to spray-paint horses for the bridal carriage.
Once the Fleming Hall was decorated and could have passed a royal inspection, Cathy snapped a few photographs with her digital camera for her personal collection and headed off to bed. Even as she neared the elevator to her room, she heard the quickened footsteps behind her and knew it was time for another envelope and yet another target.
"Ms. Dixon, this envelope just arrived for you," said a Front Office associate as he handed her a brown sealed envelope.
She thanked him and later emptied the contents of the envelope on her bed. She had plenty of time for this target. He was one of the wedding guests. She would have more than a week to get to know him as he was staying at the property after the wedding.
The next morning as Cathy walked across the main lobby to get to the breakfast buffet, she heard Angela's voice ringing out in the lobby.
"Stop bloody smoking so much!" she screamed at her husband-to-be Greg who had conveniently found a large pillar to hide behind. While some of the hotel associates and guests looked on sympathetically, others moved along with an amused smile whilst pretending to see nothing. The accosted man gently rubbed her shoulders while whispering in her ear. Whatever he said seemed to calm Angela who was soon laughing again as she made her way to a spa appointment. Finally, Greg could light his cigarette in peace.
Both were trust-fund babies who had obviously never seen a hard day's work in their lives. High school sweethearts who had only just graduated from their respective universities, the wedding was a lavish gift from both their families. When the MoonStar Edinburgh sales team had been approached by the couples’ parents the year before, it was made clear they would not be involved in the planning of the wedding. All wedding preparations would be left to the couple, Angela and Greg. No expense would be spared, they promised. This was evident with a running bill of more than $320,000 and counting.
MoonStar Edinburgh had their own photographer for events such as these but Angela had insisted on having three photographers and a video crew. She did not want a moment missed, she had insisted. Cathy attended the event department's briefing where the freelance photographers were briefed on the do's and don'ts as per the hotel policy while still staying within the couple's desires.
Even as the briefing came to an end, Angela's voice was heard in the corridor. She was looking for Sebastian the Events Manager who was the hotel liaison for her wedding. Without knocking, Angela stormed into the room and demanded to change the wedding song. They had agreed on using a ballad when the couple walked into the wedding hall for the main dinner. Sebastian controlled himself as he glanced up at her and gently prompted that she had chosen the song.
To this Angela snarled, "I don't want to be walking down to my wedding dinner, MY big night listening to Michael Buble. I'll sing the song myself. Find me a place to record it. I bet I'll sound even better than him."
Sebastian nodded and waited for her to stomp off before he muttered, "Sound better than Michael Buble? Now there's something we'd all want to hear. I really don't understand why she even hired a wedding planner if she's going to keep looking at all these details and insist on turning her wedding into a circus."
Even as the
"I can only stop what I can see Cat," he said acknowledging her stare. "If they wipe her spoons with their spit without anyone spotting it, she should know better than to charge around like a bull. But then again at least she didn't want silver horses like the other couple."
Cathy laughed. The details of that disastrous wedding reached all of the MoonStar properties including corporate. The irate couple publicly announced that they had cancelled their lavish $100,000 wedding when the hotel refused to spray-paint horses for the bridal carriage.
Once the Fleming Hall was decorated and could have passed a royal inspection, Cathy snapped a few photographs with her digital camera for her personal collection and headed off to bed. Even as she neared the elevator to her room, she heard the quickened footsteps behind her and knew it was time for another envelope and yet another target.
"Ms. Dixon, this envelope just arrived for you," said a Front Office associate as he handed her a brown sealed envelope.
She thanked him and later emptied the contents of the envelope on her bed. She had plenty of time for this target. He was one of the wedding guests. She would have more than a week to get to know him as he was staying at the property after the wedding.
The next morning as Cathy walked across the main lobby to get to the breakfast buffet, she heard Angela's voice ringing out in the lobby.
"Stop bloody smoking so much!" she screamed at her husband-to-be Greg who had conveniently found a large pillar to hide behind. While some of the hotel associates and guests looked on sympathetically, others moved along with an amused smile whilst pretending to see nothing. The accosted man gently rubbed her shoulders while whispering in her ear. Whatever he said seemed to calm Angela who was soon laughing again as she made her way to a spa appointment. Finally, Greg could light his cigarette in peace.
Both were trust-fund babies who had obviously never seen a hard day's work in their lives. High school sweethearts who had only just graduated from their respective universities, the wedding was a lavish gift from both their families. When the MoonStar Edinburgh sales team had been approached by the couples’ parents the year before, it was made clear they would not be involved in the planning of the wedding. All wedding preparations would be left to the couple, Angela and Greg. No expense would be spared, they promised. This was evident with a running bill of more than $320,000 and counting.
MoonStar Edinburgh had their own photographer for events such as these but Angela had insisted on having three photographers and a video crew. She did not want a moment missed, she had insisted. Cathy attended the event department's briefing where the freelance photographers were briefed on the do's and don'ts as per the hotel policy while still staying within the couple's desires.
Even as the briefing came to an end, Angela's voice was heard in the corridor. She was looking for Sebastian the Events Manager who was the hotel liaison for her wedding. Without knocking, Angela stormed into the room and demanded to change the wedding song. They had agreed on using a ballad when the couple walked into the wedding hall for the main dinner. Sebastian controlled himself as he glanced up at her and gently prompted that she had chosen the song.
To this Angela snarled, "I don't want to be walking down to my wedding dinner, MY big night listening to Michael Buble. I'll sing the song myself. Find me a place to record it. I bet I'll sound even better than him."
Sebastian nodded and waited for her to stomp off before he muttered, "Sound better than Michael Buble? Now there's something we'd all want to hear. I really don't understand why she even hired a wedding planner if she's going to keep looking at all these details and insist on turning her wedding into a circus."
Even as the
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